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[greatergone]

Who: Shas'la Kais and Garviel Loken
Where: Around town.
When: 13th hour December 4th/5th
Summary: Two frienemies who hate having personas team up to fight demons because it's all they're good at.
Warnings: Shooting stuff???


While Garviel may not know much about the Tau, Kais certainly had first hand experience at dealing with Space Marines. More specifically, the Ultramarines and the Raptors. But during his time with the Ultramarines, they shoved a small vox unit inside Kais' helmet so he could stay in contact with the Ultramarine Captain. It was still there now and Kais had an inkling of how it worked. Oh, he could talk to Garviel via the method everyone used but this way, he felt a little superior. Using human tech to keep in contact with Garviel gave Kais the initiative.

Of course, he was standing here with the Space Marine but talking silently always gave an advantage in combat.

The vox crackled loudly as Kais tried to find a proper frequency. His subconscious imprinting helped him with this task, grabbing an open frequency. As he spoke, he looked up at the giant human, barely standing up to his stomach as it was. His voice was washed out by the vox but intelligible enough.

"Can you hear me, gue'la? I still don't have a hold on your technology."

Comments

[greyerrant]

"I can hear you. What is it that you wish of me?" He's already ready for a fight, but seemingly not with Kais. There's a tranquility to his stance, like someone who knows what he's here for, and is very willing to do it.

[greatergone]

"To fight. I doubt the skill of normal humans but along side of a Space Marine, I think we can kill many of our foes."

Short and simple. All Kais cared about was fighting in the first place. That was possibly the downside of being part of the Fire Caste, as he was born and bred to be aggressive and to kill his foes. Right now, he had an extreme grudge against all things demon so it seemed only right.

[greyerrant]

"Agreed. Where do you wish to engage the demons, and at what range?" He asks, looking over Kais' form, and noting how he is built. He doesn't look as sturdy as an Ork, or as graceful as an eldar, so he suspects a close assault isn't what he has in mind.

[greatergone]

To be honest, Kais would have preferred long range but the satisfaction that came from that was minimal. He was also used to duking it out in the corridors of Imperial ships and constructs, making him more accustomed to cramped combat.

"I'll fight them wherever they are."

Reaching into his backpack, he pulled out a tan platter and let it float in the air, punching commands into his gauntlet.

"This will keep me safe in the meantime."

[greyerrant]

The space marine hesitates for a moment, looking at the platter behind his visor, almost seeming to squint.

"Very well then. We hunt."

He racks his bolter, and draws his combat knife, not bothering with the chainsword until such time as the devastating close combat weapon is truly needed.

"I suggest we start near that strange locked structure, Mictla. Many of them congregate nearby."

[greatergone]

Kais pulls his pulse rifle off his back and checks the energy, a slight whine coming from the weapon as it charged. He didn't have a melee weapon but he was more than prepared to shove the gun in something's face and pull the activation stud.

"I agree. The more we can kill, the better."

[greyerrant]

"Kill for the living, kill for the dead." He growls, by way of assent, walking towards Mictla rather slowly for someone of his size and speed, careful not to leave Kais behind. He hates that place, and always has since he and the exile visited first, and he confronted the ghost of Torgaddon there.

[greatergone]

The Space Marine did certainly take long strides. Even now, he still had to lope a little to keep pace. But that was an interesting thing Garviel had said. How would something like that fit into the Greater Good? Kill for the dead?

To help see better, he flicked his helmet over to black sun filter. Part of him wondered if the Space Marine had anything that was similar in his helmet. Probably not, considering how primitive humans seemed to be.

"Contact."

That single word was probably universal. He had saw something a little in the distance. He wasn't going to designate it as enemy yet but there was a good chance...

[greyerrant]

Loken shifts his bolter, scanning with his own (less advanced) visor, and moves towards cover. While he was proud and a juggernaut when required, no use revealing his presence before it was absolutely necessary.

"Can't target. Please confirm contact."

[greatergone]

He gestures in the direction of where he saw the enemy. "Thirty meters."

The real problem was hoping it wasn't an innocent. Because they were in the wrong place at the wrong time if they were.

[greyerrant]

"Closing."

Loken will creep up on it, reversing the grip on his combat blade. He's apparently been learning stealth somewhere, that or the modified mark VI plate he was issued with is just that good for muffling sound. If it is in fact a demon, he'll stop short 15 meters away and whisper.

"Target acquired, engage at will."

[greatergone]

It was one and Kais got the order. But he wasn't in a position to take a shot since he lacked grenades. So he held his fire and ran to a better point for targeting. He was worried Garviel would kill it before he even got into a position for take down.

[greyerrant]

Loken hurtles into the demon, only to find multiples, and he almost barks over the comm, the sound of his combat knife ripping through the air audible even over his voice, "Several targets. I'll bait them out. Prepare to engage."

[greatergone]

"Understood!"

He drops to his knee, the oversized pauldron pointing toward where the enemies would be and pulse rifle steadied against that pauldron. It was the typical Firewarrior stance and his finger tightened on the activation stud, waiting for enemies to come out after Garviel.

[greyerrant]

Garviel dances back, smashing one with his fist, and slicing the claws off another as he retreats into Kais' line of sight, giving him plenty of time and opportunity to fire.

[greatergone]

The second a creature came into view, he opened up with his rifle. He honestly wasn't worried about hitting Garviel with the plasma fire since it seemed that only concentrated pulse rifle fire did more damage than scratching the paint on Space Marine armor.

But his software in his armor was accurate and he began to peg demons as they moved into sight, giving them some distraction from chasing Garviel.

[greyerrant]

Loken raises his bolter, adding mass reactive blasts to the conflagration. It doesn't take long between their combined fire for the demons, and thus silence, to fall. He stands, quiet, the only sound him swapping his magazine out.

[greatergone]

Kais does the same, swapping out power cells in his weapon, a slight whine happening when the fresh one goes in.

"I wish I had grenades."

If only to kill things more efficiently.

[greyerrant]

That brings Loken up short for a moment, and he queries the xeno-breed, "You mean you cannot procure them here?"

[greatergone]

"I didn't have any on me when I arrived. I also lacked much of my weapons." Including one that could reliably kill Space Marines, but that was diplomatically left out.

[greyerrant]

"We'll do what we can with what we have. Onward."

He continues to scale mictlan, shifting to a one-handed grip on his bolter and sheathing his combat knife.

[greatergone]

Kais sticks behind him, keeping more of his back turned toward the Space Marine. He's just watching the rear while walking backwards, not a difficult task for the trained and experienced. Somehow, he doubted that Space Marines really indulged in this kind of movement order, seeing as they were walking tanks.

[greyerrant]

"We're almost to the halls." He clings to the ledge, and offers Kais a hand up so he can sorta scramble over the space marine onto the top of a cave.

[greatergone]

He takes it, seeing as he honestly does need the help, and pulls himself up to the top.

"....my thanks." It was given grudgingly.

[greyerrant]

"Pay it back by slaying daemons. I need no thanks."

He growls, as he hauls himself, and resituates his bolter into a two-handed grip, stalking forward with surprisingly quiet strides.

[greatergone]

If that's what he wants, Kais would oblige. But in the meantime, he doesn't like being in debt. So he presses a few emblems on his wrist and the floating drone scoots ahead to be in front of the two, just in case there's a surprise attack.

[greyerrant]

Loken gapes at the drone for a fraction of a second, then nods. It makes sense to send in expendable assets first, like a servitor or a bombardment. Still, it hurts his pride a bit to see it skimming ahead, and he doesn't give it too wide a berth.

[greatergone]

He had his own internal laugh. "You seem as if you've never seen a shield drone. I suppose gue'las who have never mastered plasma technology wouldn't have gotten that far."

Never pick up a human plasma gun. That was one thing drilled into his subconscious memory.

[greyerrant]

He considers rising to the baiting words, and opens his mouth, then shakes his head, targeting daemonspoor up ahead.

"More targets. We should move to engage and clear the halls."

[greatergone]

"I'll continue to be cover."

He wasn't throwing Garviel to the dogs. He was simply realizing that a Space Marine was probably better at storming things than he was. Better at melee combat too, seeing as Kais lacked anything on that front.

[greyerrant]

Loken storms in with murderous intent, dashing demons against the close walls with shoulder rushes where he could, but always leaving clear fire lanes as he waded into the fight for Shas to suppress or terminate targets as he wished.